The Clever Uncle

                                    

                                          
About a month later and the rival pack has been spotted in neighbouring towns, they had moved away and given up on the packs territory. Things had settled down, Liam, corey and mason were back from a camping holiday and peter had returned  from mexico
                          
Dereks POV
                          
Id come to terms with this odd affection i felt for stiles. Since the fight id noticed myself smiling more at his sarcastic remarks, laughing lightly at his jokes and stupid outbursts of ... well stiles, and i enjoyed his company in the pack house.
                          
However i still felt uneasy about the other pack, they weren't here now but what if they came back, now i wanted to protect him. I felt bad doing it but i copied scott, scott had told kira hed stopped scent marking her, but he was still rubbing his arm against hers and such subtletys. I had started to do the same to stiles, but i did it lightly, it ment when the pack was together, scotts scent overwhelmed mine on stiles and the jokes were kept to scott.
                          
I walked over to the pack, everyone was sat in the living room, the tv had broke and they were arguing over who had the remote to try fix it. I placed both my hands on stiles shoulders as innocently as i could and said "have you all still not managed to fix it" imitating my annoyed voice. I was actually happy, focused on letting my scent work through stiles top and onto his skin.
                          
"Does it look like they have" peter said disappointingly looking up from his book. He saw me and raised an eyebrow. Why? He only did that when he was suspicious of something?
                          
"Well i need a hand getting the loft sorted" i say tapping on Stiles shoulder "and you are lucky enough to be the one helping, get your ass up".
                          
"Really? Me? I dont have wolf strength why me" he protested.
                          
"Stiles your sat not helping so you can help me" 
                          
"Ill come too, c'mon stiles my nephew needs a hand" peter stands and walks over as stiles stands and faces me.
                          
"Fine ill do it"
                          
"Me and stiles can handle it peter, dont need your old  bones getting damaged" i taunt him, not wanting his company but to be able spend time with stiles.
                          
"Three of us will get it done quicker" peter smirks at me and i suddenly feel uneasy, what was he doing?.
                          
Stiles's POV 
                          
The ladder to the loft was stuck in the loft and so peter offered to climb up. Derek however insisted on me going up, he picked me up by the waist and lifted me enough to get my hands on something to pull myself up on. 
                          
"You can let go Derek" i said, the alpha hadn't loosened his grip to let me climb, he must have entered a day dream.
                          
"Yeah Derek let go, he needs to climb up" Peter said smirking.  Peter always gave me an uneasy feeling, i liked his whitty sarcastic style, i used the same style myself but he was always seemingly hiding something.
                          
"Are you sure your not going to fall" Derek said, still not letting go.
                          
"Yeah im sure let me climb up"
                          
"Stalling?" Peter asked in his 'pretending to be casual and innocent but clearly knowing or suspecting something more' voice. With that Derek let go. I could of swore he'd growled at Peter. What was it with them two?
                          
Pulling myself into the dark, cold attic, i unlodged the joint in the ladders and they slid down with ease. Peter and Derek joined me in the attic. The previous owners had left boxes full of junk in the attic, we had to get it all on the front yard, peter called a skip as me and derek began to ferry stuff from the loft to the bottom of the ladder.